My parents are planning a trip to Europe in a few weeks. I am jealous. REALLY jealous.

Why do I work? Why do I have courses?

I have my passport, I should just go. Three weeks in Europe? Yeah, that sounds like a plan.

Das Beste

Ich habe einen Schatz gefunden
Und er trägt deinen Namen
So wunderschön und wertvoll,
Von keinem Geld der Welt zu bezahlen

Du schläfst neben mir ein,
Ich könnt' dich die ganze Nacht betrachten
Seh'n wie du schläfst, hör'n wie du atmest,
Bis wir am morgen erwachen

Du hast es wieder einmal geschafft,
Mir den Atem zu rauben
Wenn du neben mir liegst,
Dann kann ich es kaum glauben,
Dass jemand wie ich, sowas Schönes wie dich, verdient hat



Du bist das Beste was mir je passiert ist
Es tut so gut wie du mich liebst
Vergess' den Rest der Welt,
Wenn du bei mir bist
Du bist das Beste was mir je passiert ist
Es tut so gut wie du mich liebst
Ich sag's dir viel zu selten,
Es ist schön, dass es dich gibt



Dein Lachen macht süchtig,
Fast so als wär' es nicht von dieser Erde
Auch wenn deine Nähe Gift wär',
Ich würd bei dir sein,
Solange bis ich sterbe

Dein Verlassen würde Welten zerstör'n,
Doch daran will ich nicht denken
Viel zu schön ist es mit dir,
Wenn wir uns gegenseitig Liebe schenken

Betank mich mit Kraft
Nimm mir Zweifel von den Augen
Erzähl' mir 1.000 Lügen, ich würd' sie dir alle glauben
Doch ein Zweifel bleibt,
Dass ich, jemand wie dich, verdient hab'



Du bist das Beste was mir je passiert ist
Es tut so gut wie du mich liebst
Vergess' den Rest der Welt,
Wenn du bei mir bist
Du bist das Beste was mir je passiert ist
Es tut so gut wie du mich liebst
Ich sag's dir viel zu selten, Silbermond
Es ist schön, dass es dich gibt'


Du bist das Beste was mir je passiert ist
Es tut so gut wie du mich liebst
Ich sag's dir viel zu selten,
Es ist schön, dass es dich gibt'

Ich sag's dir viel zu selten, es ist schön, dass es dich gibt

~ Silbermond, Das Beste

Scientia potentia est

Sometimes I don't think I can do this. The whole letting go of things, letting down my guard. Telling you things? That's rather intimidating - make that very intimidating.

Part of me earns for the open road, a suitcase and a spicy perfume. That part of me wants to leave. Just leave. Leave the past, the turmoil, the arguments, leave it all behind. Re-build my walls.

At the same time, there is another part of me that doesn't want to. There is a part of me that doesn't want to let this go. That part of me is ok with staying. More than just being ok with staying, that part of me wants to stay. Even if that means telling you things. Even if that means being hurt.

My plans for the evening...

I'm hanging out with M's sister and this guy. Should be great :)

The better part of one's life consists of one's friendships
Abraham Lincoln

I heartily agree. Many of my favourite memories were made with friends:

- playing Beauty Parlour and scarring our cousins as we emerged from the room "beautiful" aka. surrounded in clouds of cheap perfume (the more the better) with streaks of pink blush on our cheeks and and red dollar store lipstick on our teeth
- sneaking to 7/11 on our recess breaks and buying bags of five cents candies (Cinnamon Hot Lips and gummi frogs....mmm)
- running through backalleys and across the streets to escape from the bad guys (Nazis, thugs, parents, slave traders)
- spending the afternoon at the library reading Babysitter and Saddle Club books
- meeting every week for coffee at our special hangout and each time trying to sit in the same threadbare chairs (they're still there)
- getting up early to go running down streets that we had named after Calvin Klein perfumes (Eternity, Obsession, Contradiction)
- meeting in TD Square and going for lunch in Devonian gardens
- driving down Memorial looking at the city lights and talking about boys, music and the future
- sitting in art class passing notes and joking about Manet, complaining about Gauguin and learning to appreciate Picasso
- grabbing a room in Comms and pulling all day (or until we got bored) study marathons
- discussing the merits of Captain Morgan
- surviving a volleyball class where the ball (or was it the teammates?) seemed to be attacking us
- making a pact to go cliff jumping together and then both having the courage to go do it
- ringing in the New Year with Lucky Duck champagne and movies
- dancing like the night would never end
- releasing the creative side and bonding over paint, stencils and ceramics
- soaking up the sun while strolling along the Danube and praying and talking about life
- meeting at the Glenbow and exploring the Renior exhibit
- taking a break from assignments to watch the wedding planner and then leaving school at three in the morning
- pulling a 21 hour day on only four hours of sleep with copious amounts of Red Bull and loud music
- texting at all hours of the day (and night) with updates on our lives
- marching into class together with French Vanilla and English Toffee cappuccinos


Thank you for being in my life.